Okay so a new week has begun and my little angel is still enjoying his bachelor pad in my belly. I have about ten days left until my due date and my patience has turned into neurotic madness.
The last couple of weeks I have had people ask me how far overdue I am or gawk in amazement when they see my massive belly. I am getting drive-by phone calls that last a few seconds from people, it's all " How are you?? Any contractions?? Did your water break?? No okay bye. Take care"
Honestly if I were in labour, which I pray for every night and day, do you think I would be home waiting for people to call me?! What if I said yes??? Oh I'm so happy you called, yes I am in labour, what can I do for you?? I have become a birthing center. The only thing that matters is if I am in labour. I remember when phone calls were like "Hi how are you? Do you want to go for coffee? Hey let's go shopping!" Nope I have not heard that in a long time.
Not only am I a birthing center, I am a hot potato. It's not just drive-by phone calls, I have many people who are staying as far away from me as possible just in-case I go into labour while they are around me. Thanks a bunch y'all. Although I have to say T.J is polar opposite, my brother came over the other night and bought a camcorder before his visit just hoping that he could document our trip to the hospital. Poor guy ended up making a commentary film about how he feels we would act in the event of labour.
So now that everyone is driving me crazy with their anxious energy, as if they've carried this guy for nine months, I have decided to calm down. My son seems to be like his mother, last minute, deadline oriented. I have to accept that he will come when he feels that he is ready. I guess I have to learn to accept that now before pushing him into sports anyway. When he decides to arrive I will be just as happy tomorrow as I would have been yesterday.
I'm going to look at these next few days as if he knows how much shopping I have left to do and he just wants to make sure I can wrap my gifts without interference. (My son is so thoughtful!!)
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